I live in a world of beauty and light, while I am blind. The people that try to visit this world see only the facade I plant at the doorstep to my world, and believe what they think they see in the peephole, though all is illusion, a trick of the light. I attempt to sow the seeds of my own imagination, but the hurricanes tumble the weeds of confusion through my garden. I attempt to capture the beauty of my world, but it is an allusive and hard to hunt creature that laughs at my blindness.
But the hunt continues, the guns are loaded, and so, the battle begins again for my soul and my heart, and the key to my world so that I may escape.